The deadline for the SS Times Short Story Award is approaching. I sent off one entry a while back, but decided to hedge my bets by entering a couple more stories too. I just posted them off. Gulp.
I'm not sure why it makes me nervous, but somehow dropping those fat little envelopes into the mailbox seems more final or serious than submitting online. Crazy, huh?
Now there's just the inevitable waiting. Late October for the other contest I entered, early November for this one. It feels like a long way away, but I'm sure it will fly by. Time has a way of doing that at the moment. I opened my eyes and all of a sudden it's mid-August. It feels like it should still be March.